Weight of a Shoulder

A POEM

It may be all about loneliness
But we can’t leave it at that
We think we know what hunger is
But chefs, waiters, tables they all must exist.

It may be all about what we share
But what’s a little hurt between friends?
Love must bite to feed
Promises, late nights, phone calls, regrets.

It may be all about nothing, a total nonsense
We lecture, brag, then backtrack
Meaning needs a lot to persist
Videos, cards, birthdays, and bouncing checks.

It may be all about envy
Others are perfect in what we don’t know
Sometimes a dog barks without a cat
Odds are against prayers and peace.

It may be all about a dream
Charged to your account at birth
But a baby must scream to breathe
Hold my hand and say it’s not late.

Every shoulder moves with a reason
That it can’t carry well.

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